A/N: Well, it's only been a week...
Rebirth-Chapter 5, Part 1 (Yeah, yeah, I had the problem again...my chapter was too long for some reason, so its cut in half)
Do you have any idea how ANNOYING its been, having to wear frilly dresses all the time, and having to have my hair grow out? All to be a "proper queen". I was practically tripping over my hair. Seriously, that's how long it was.
Which is why, the first thing I did, you know, after we'd found a good high-class hotel room to stay at, and we were settled in okay, was cut my hair. That's right, I chopped the whole thing off, until there were only some cute chin-length spikes left. And, I had the whole thing layered, to make it even less of an annoyance. It was actually a good look.
I was currently walking down the sidewalk of this city they called "Hell Mountain", on my way to buy some good ol' fashioned butt-kickin clothes. That's right, I was still wearing a frilly, stuck-up dress, and along with my white wings, I was being badly discriminated against. The city was mostly demons, you see, and they didn't take very kindly to an angel in their midst. It really wasn't very fair.
We had gotten Rose's shopping done yesterday. That's right, no more stockings and stuffy blue dresses for her…she was currently wearing a fashionable pair of size six capris, and a plain old T-shirt. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Was it wise for me the parade the streets on my own, having left Bonnie and Rose at the hotel room? Was I risking certain death, or, judging by the looks some of the guy demons were giving me (guy demons, for some strange reason, seem to all be inexplicably hot…though not as hot as you-know who), certain other unmentionable fates?
Well, nobody messes with Susannah Simon, so let them try. I was weak and oppressed in the castle, but now, I was going to take care of myself. I wasn't as fragile as I looked.
Which I proved quite well when a particularly vicious-looking guy groped my *ass while I was passing him on a crosswalk.
How?
By lifting him clear off the ground, and slamming him into the windshield of a parked hover-car thingy, of course.
It was amazing how these demons seemed to think I was helpless just because I had white wings. I mean, is the color black the epitome of strength?
So, by the time I had finally reached a reasonable looking store, I had left a decent number of bruised demons behind me.
I managed to pick out a few good outfits, though for some reason most of the clothes seemed to be leather. It was just too hot for leather. What happened to jeans? I managed to scrounge up a few, but they were all a size or two too small. Well, better to flaunt your curves than make everyone think your flabby, or anything.
I really wasn't appreciating my view of the world so far. It looked like a war-zone. I mean, the city was modern enough, but anywhere beyond it was just…a desert. Yeah, how was I supposed to find anybody I knew in a desert? I thought about going back and asking Paul for help…but I decided against it. I wasn't in the mood to ask him for anything.
I had expecting to be able to see the sun, run through grass, smell the flowers, and all that other stuff people do when they're finally freed from a seven-year imprisonment, but it just wasn't happening. There just wasn't any plant life left, other than a few sparse trees. And the sky was so ugly…a swirl of black and red mist, with silent lightning striking randomly. The sun was just a huge, dull ball of red, and the atmosphere was uncomfortably humid. All in all, it just wasn't a great vacationing spot.
Well, what had I expected?
By the time I left the store several hours later, my hands full of bags of clothes, I looked like a gothic painting. Not that I could help that…that just seemed to be the style. I did appreciate the black leather mini…and then there was the black leather tank top (which was hugging uncomfortably tight), black leather knee-high boots, and a spiky black collar I threw in, just because it was a freebee with a purchase of more than $500.
Okay, so it wasn't a "few" outfits I bought. But I did need a new wardrobe, and believe me, I had money to burn. Lots of it.
So you can imagine my utter surprise when I got back to the hotel room…and Rose and Bonnie were gone. Not only that, but the room was a wreck. On the wall, somebody had written, in what looked disturbingly like blood,
DEATH TO ALL ANGELS…IF YOU WANT TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS COME TO THE ALLEY BEHIND ROGER'S PLACE ALONE
My life is just a bowl of cherries, isn't it?
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It was easy enough to find them. What with their suspicious, darting eyes overly exaggerated touristy outfits. The agents, I mean. Because that's why I had been sent, yet again, to this city. To locate and identify the characteristics shared by agents, so the information can be used in The Plan. The Plan is what they call the big bang they're planning on inflicting upon Hell Mountain. I have no idea what it involves, nor do I care.
I was just taking a leisurely stroll down the city. It seemed particularly crowded today. It would be a wild night. Parties everywhere. I sighed with longing.
It was gradually turning dark, as it approached nine o'clock. A chill was slowly settling in the air, and I jammed my hands into my pockets, tightening my wings to my back to keep warm. It was always so hot during the day, and cold at night. No change in weather or seasons, it seemed. It kind of reminded me of life a long time ago…and no, not when I was living in Susannah's bedroom. Back when I was alive, a normal human being. It was sort of like this. Hot and humid during the day, cold at night. It brought back memories of those days when I had to work in that sticky weather. They weren't unpleasant memories. They were strangely comforting.
Back then, I never would have guessed in my wildest dreams that a hundred and fifty years later, I would be alive again, and in my prime. Walking through a city of demons. Wishing desperately to have a woman. I was okay when I had returned to the base city, but then they had sent me back here, to this place full of scantily-clad females. And I wanted one…but…I just couldn't find one that I actually…wanted.
It wasn't a sensation I particularly liked. Like…wanting candy, and being surrounded by it, but…just hating all the flavors.
So there I was, going with the flow of the crowd, when I saw her.
She was…perfect. Exactly what I needed. Her body tall and sleek, curvy in just the right places. Beautiful white wings, clashing with the black around her, so reminiscent of the queen I could never have. Extremely well endowed in the chest area, long, lean legs, and a perfect, round, luscious-
Someone pushed me from behind, and I realized I had stopped to stare, stalling the flow of traffic. I moved aside, letting the crowd pass by, then turned back to the woman.
She was a few feet away from me, turned away from me, so I couldn't see her face. With a body that incredible, her face had to be gorgeous as well. Her hair was perfect, too. Short and sporty-looking, kind of a reddish-brown, lifting slightly in the breeze. It didn't help my libido none, the fact that was she was wearing was TIGHT.
She was so perfect, ripe for the picking, and all mine, mine, mine. She had no idea that I was right behind her, drooling over her.
So, I leaned rather nonchalantly against a nearby lamp post, folding my arms over my chest, donned that smile that the girls seemed to go wild for, and said, "It's rather late for a girl like you to be walking around by yourself, wouldn't you agree?"
The girl froze. I mean, completely froze. She had been tapping her toe impatiently, fidgeting uncomfortably, and she just stopped all movement, her toe still lifted in the air. This was odd. I wasn't expecting her to freeze until she turned and actually saw me. Was the sound of my voice really having that much of an effect on her?
"Who are you?" she said suddenly, her voice very high and squeaky sounding. Not the kind of voice that would sound very pleasant screaming my name.
"Why don't you turn around and see?" I countered, smiling a little at her funny behavior.
For a second, I thought she would. But she just stayed the way she was, and then said so quietly, I almost couldn't hear, "Jesse…?"
White wings. WHITE WINGS.
Oh, Jesus.
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WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE?!?!?!
I mean, I had enough to worry about with my kidnapped daughter. I couldn't even find this "Roger's Place". Am I supposed to know Roger or something? What kind of criminal has a meeting place called "Roger's Place", anyway?! It was the most idiotic thing ever! How was I supposed to kick their butts if I didn't know where their butts were?
And, yeah, I was going to try and find Jesse. Um, AFTER I rescued Rose and Bonnie. Not now. Not when I was completely lost, and no doubt covered in prominent worry wrinkles. And not when I was in the middle of a failing rescue mission!
For a second, the world seemed to stand still. He was right behind me. RIGHT BEHIND ME. Probably wearing a smug little grin or something. Happy with himself for having caught me off guard. Looking totally hot, wearing God-knows-what, though it would be nice if it were his birthday suit…
And probably planning on humiliating me again. In public, this time.
But instead of biting words, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without even thinking, I whirled around to face him.
And stopped breathing.
No, seriously, you had to see him. He wasn't grinning or anything, like I thought he would be. He looked just as shocked as me. Weird. But that wasn't what took my breath away.
It was, as you may have guessed, the fact that he looked GOOD.
The sun was sort of setting behind him, giving him what almost looked like a halo, and casting his face into shadow. His wings, a midnight black, seemed much bigger than most other demons, folded neatly behind him, but held out just a little…just enough to give him that don't-mess-with-me look. His face was perfect…too perfect. Dark and mysterious, with those pouty lips and those dark, intense eyes…intense even though they were now widened in great surprise. I noticed the scar in his eyebrow…but rather than marring him, it seemed to make him even more irresistible. Thick, full hair…and I remembered what it felt like to run my hands through it…
Then, of course, I became aware of the fact that he was wearing leather. Just like everyone else. Except he looked way hotter than everyone else. Leather definitely worked with him. Especially sleeveless leather tees, exposing his very strong looking biceps. He looked so…so…
(A/N: YUMMY! ^_^)
I shuddered to think what earth-shattering chemical reactions would take place in my body if his abs were exposed.
So we just stared at each other, until my graceful mouth said words that I just knew would cause Jesse's heart to skip a beat.
"Um, hi."
Why did I always manage to start conversations like this?
But maybe it was the right thing to say, since Jesse's face suddenly broke into a huge smile. It was almost enough to make me forget what happened the last time we met, but not quite.
"Susannah," he said, and I think there was a note of pride in his voice. "You escaped!"
I smiled weakly at him. My knees were sort of wobbling for some reason. "Actually, Paul sort of let me go…"
Ok, and that would be the WRONG thing to say.
The smile just fell from his face, as quickly as it had come…no, like it had never been there in the first place. Leaving behind the Jesse that had harassed me in the castle.
"Oh?" Jesse said, with that cold voice I remembered.
I was just about to tell him that yeah, Paul seemed to have a better heart than he did lately, when I was hit over the head with a pile of bricks.
Ok, not really, but it sure felt like it when I remembered about Rose and Bonnie.
"Oh my God, Jesse you have to help me! I forgot-Rose and Bonnie have been kidnapped by some guy who hates angels and he told me to meet him at Roger's Place but I don't know where Roger's Place is and I'm so scared that he's going to hurt them! Jesse, do you know where Roger's Place is, cause I really need to get there soon, you know, before he decides to kill them or something-"
Jesse grabbed me firmly by the shoulders, looking down at me with what at first I thought was anger, but only turned out to be amusement as he said, "Susannah, could you say all that again, just a little slower, please?"
So, blushing a little, I repeated my story to him, making sure I went slow. I noticed a small smile tugging at his lips as I talked. I think he was trying not to laugh at me, you know, for talking so fast. That smile gave me sort of a warm, fuzzy feeling. That familiar feeling used to get in the old mediating days. Whenever he would smile just like that.
He was still smiling, to my amazement, after I had recounted my tragic situation.
"Well, we'll just have to rescue them," he said, quirking up his eyebrow at me, the one with the scar. I felt my belly do a little dance, but ignored the butterfly feeling.
"How do you suggest we find this "Roger's Place", then, cowboy?" I said, just a little annoyed.
He gave a little laugh. "Why Susannah, it's only the most exclusive dance club in the city."
Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. I jogged after him. Even though he was only walking, he was going really fast. I could only guess that he was taking me to Roger's Place. And what kind of dance club has the name Roger's Place, anyway? It's a pretty lame name it you ask me…
A/N: ...well, nobody said I have to end part 1 with a cliffhanger!!! Go to part 2!!!!!
Rebirth-Chapter 5, Part 1 (Yeah, yeah, I had the problem again...my chapter was too long for some reason, so its cut in half)
Do you have any idea how ANNOYING its been, having to wear frilly dresses all the time, and having to have my hair grow out? All to be a "proper queen". I was practically tripping over my hair. Seriously, that's how long it was.
Which is why, the first thing I did, you know, after we'd found a good high-class hotel room to stay at, and we were settled in okay, was cut my hair. That's right, I chopped the whole thing off, until there were only some cute chin-length spikes left. And, I had the whole thing layered, to make it even less of an annoyance. It was actually a good look.
I was currently walking down the sidewalk of this city they called "Hell Mountain", on my way to buy some good ol' fashioned butt-kickin clothes. That's right, I was still wearing a frilly, stuck-up dress, and along with my white wings, I was being badly discriminated against. The city was mostly demons, you see, and they didn't take very kindly to an angel in their midst. It really wasn't very fair.
We had gotten Rose's shopping done yesterday. That's right, no more stockings and stuffy blue dresses for her…she was currently wearing a fashionable pair of size six capris, and a plain old T-shirt. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Was it wise for me the parade the streets on my own, having left Bonnie and Rose at the hotel room? Was I risking certain death, or, judging by the looks some of the guy demons were giving me (guy demons, for some strange reason, seem to all be inexplicably hot…though not as hot as you-know who), certain other unmentionable fates?
Well, nobody messes with Susannah Simon, so let them try. I was weak and oppressed in the castle, but now, I was going to take care of myself. I wasn't as fragile as I looked.
Which I proved quite well when a particularly vicious-looking guy groped my *ass while I was passing him on a crosswalk.
How?
By lifting him clear off the ground, and slamming him into the windshield of a parked hover-car thingy, of course.
It was amazing how these demons seemed to think I was helpless just because I had white wings. I mean, is the color black the epitome of strength?
So, by the time I had finally reached a reasonable looking store, I had left a decent number of bruised demons behind me.
I managed to pick out a few good outfits, though for some reason most of the clothes seemed to be leather. It was just too hot for leather. What happened to jeans? I managed to scrounge up a few, but they were all a size or two too small. Well, better to flaunt your curves than make everyone think your flabby, or anything.
I really wasn't appreciating my view of the world so far. It looked like a war-zone. I mean, the city was modern enough, but anywhere beyond it was just…a desert. Yeah, how was I supposed to find anybody I knew in a desert? I thought about going back and asking Paul for help…but I decided against it. I wasn't in the mood to ask him for anything.
I had expecting to be able to see the sun, run through grass, smell the flowers, and all that other stuff people do when they're finally freed from a seven-year imprisonment, but it just wasn't happening. There just wasn't any plant life left, other than a few sparse trees. And the sky was so ugly…a swirl of black and red mist, with silent lightning striking randomly. The sun was just a huge, dull ball of red, and the atmosphere was uncomfortably humid. All in all, it just wasn't a great vacationing spot.
Well, what had I expected?
By the time I left the store several hours later, my hands full of bags of clothes, I looked like a gothic painting. Not that I could help that…that just seemed to be the style. I did appreciate the black leather mini…and then there was the black leather tank top (which was hugging uncomfortably tight), black leather knee-high boots, and a spiky black collar I threw in, just because it was a freebee with a purchase of more than $500.
Okay, so it wasn't a "few" outfits I bought. But I did need a new wardrobe, and believe me, I had money to burn. Lots of it.
So you can imagine my utter surprise when I got back to the hotel room…and Rose and Bonnie were gone. Not only that, but the room was a wreck. On the wall, somebody had written, in what looked disturbingly like blood,
DEATH TO ALL ANGELS…IF YOU WANT TO SAVE YOUR FRIENDS COME TO THE ALLEY BEHIND ROGER'S PLACE ALONE
My life is just a bowl of cherries, isn't it?
**************************************
It was easy enough to find them. What with their suspicious, darting eyes overly exaggerated touristy outfits. The agents, I mean. Because that's why I had been sent, yet again, to this city. To locate and identify the characteristics shared by agents, so the information can be used in The Plan. The Plan is what they call the big bang they're planning on inflicting upon Hell Mountain. I have no idea what it involves, nor do I care.
I was just taking a leisurely stroll down the city. It seemed particularly crowded today. It would be a wild night. Parties everywhere. I sighed with longing.
It was gradually turning dark, as it approached nine o'clock. A chill was slowly settling in the air, and I jammed my hands into my pockets, tightening my wings to my back to keep warm. It was always so hot during the day, and cold at night. No change in weather or seasons, it seemed. It kind of reminded me of life a long time ago…and no, not when I was living in Susannah's bedroom. Back when I was alive, a normal human being. It was sort of like this. Hot and humid during the day, cold at night. It brought back memories of those days when I had to work in that sticky weather. They weren't unpleasant memories. They were strangely comforting.
Back then, I never would have guessed in my wildest dreams that a hundred and fifty years later, I would be alive again, and in my prime. Walking through a city of demons. Wishing desperately to have a woman. I was okay when I had returned to the base city, but then they had sent me back here, to this place full of scantily-clad females. And I wanted one…but…I just couldn't find one that I actually…wanted.
It wasn't a sensation I particularly liked. Like…wanting candy, and being surrounded by it, but…just hating all the flavors.
So there I was, going with the flow of the crowd, when I saw her.
She was…perfect. Exactly what I needed. Her body tall and sleek, curvy in just the right places. Beautiful white wings, clashing with the black around her, so reminiscent of the queen I could never have. Extremely well endowed in the chest area, long, lean legs, and a perfect, round, luscious-
Someone pushed me from behind, and I realized I had stopped to stare, stalling the flow of traffic. I moved aside, letting the crowd pass by, then turned back to the woman.
She was a few feet away from me, turned away from me, so I couldn't see her face. With a body that incredible, her face had to be gorgeous as well. Her hair was perfect, too. Short and sporty-looking, kind of a reddish-brown, lifting slightly in the breeze. It didn't help my libido none, the fact that was she was wearing was TIGHT.
She was so perfect, ripe for the picking, and all mine, mine, mine. She had no idea that I was right behind her, drooling over her.
So, I leaned rather nonchalantly against a nearby lamp post, folding my arms over my chest, donned that smile that the girls seemed to go wild for, and said, "It's rather late for a girl like you to be walking around by yourself, wouldn't you agree?"
The girl froze. I mean, completely froze. She had been tapping her toe impatiently, fidgeting uncomfortably, and she just stopped all movement, her toe still lifted in the air. This was odd. I wasn't expecting her to freeze until she turned and actually saw me. Was the sound of my voice really having that much of an effect on her?
"Who are you?" she said suddenly, her voice very high and squeaky sounding. Not the kind of voice that would sound very pleasant screaming my name.
"Why don't you turn around and see?" I countered, smiling a little at her funny behavior.
For a second, I thought she would. But she just stayed the way she was, and then said so quietly, I almost couldn't hear, "Jesse…?"
White wings. WHITE WINGS.
Oh, Jesus.
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WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE?!?!?!
I mean, I had enough to worry about with my kidnapped daughter. I couldn't even find this "Roger's Place". Am I supposed to know Roger or something? What kind of criminal has a meeting place called "Roger's Place", anyway?! It was the most idiotic thing ever! How was I supposed to kick their butts if I didn't know where their butts were?
And, yeah, I was going to try and find Jesse. Um, AFTER I rescued Rose and Bonnie. Not now. Not when I was completely lost, and no doubt covered in prominent worry wrinkles. And not when I was in the middle of a failing rescue mission!
For a second, the world seemed to stand still. He was right behind me. RIGHT BEHIND ME. Probably wearing a smug little grin or something. Happy with himself for having caught me off guard. Looking totally hot, wearing God-knows-what, though it would be nice if it were his birthday suit…
And probably planning on humiliating me again. In public, this time.
But instead of biting words, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Without even thinking, I whirled around to face him.
And stopped breathing.
No, seriously, you had to see him. He wasn't grinning or anything, like I thought he would be. He looked just as shocked as me. Weird. But that wasn't what took my breath away.
It was, as you may have guessed, the fact that he looked GOOD.
The sun was sort of setting behind him, giving him what almost looked like a halo, and casting his face into shadow. His wings, a midnight black, seemed much bigger than most other demons, folded neatly behind him, but held out just a little…just enough to give him that don't-mess-with-me look. His face was perfect…too perfect. Dark and mysterious, with those pouty lips and those dark, intense eyes…intense even though they were now widened in great surprise. I noticed the scar in his eyebrow…but rather than marring him, it seemed to make him even more irresistible. Thick, full hair…and I remembered what it felt like to run my hands through it…
Then, of course, I became aware of the fact that he was wearing leather. Just like everyone else. Except he looked way hotter than everyone else. Leather definitely worked with him. Especially sleeveless leather tees, exposing his very strong looking biceps. He looked so…so…
(A/N: YUMMY! ^_^)
I shuddered to think what earth-shattering chemical reactions would take place in my body if his abs were exposed.
So we just stared at each other, until my graceful mouth said words that I just knew would cause Jesse's heart to skip a beat.
"Um, hi."
Why did I always manage to start conversations like this?
But maybe it was the right thing to say, since Jesse's face suddenly broke into a huge smile. It was almost enough to make me forget what happened the last time we met, but not quite.
"Susannah," he said, and I think there was a note of pride in his voice. "You escaped!"
I smiled weakly at him. My knees were sort of wobbling for some reason. "Actually, Paul sort of let me go…"
Ok, and that would be the WRONG thing to say.
The smile just fell from his face, as quickly as it had come…no, like it had never been there in the first place. Leaving behind the Jesse that had harassed me in the castle.
"Oh?" Jesse said, with that cold voice I remembered.
I was just about to tell him that yeah, Paul seemed to have a better heart than he did lately, when I was hit over the head with a pile of bricks.
Ok, not really, but it sure felt like it when I remembered about Rose and Bonnie.
"Oh my God, Jesse you have to help me! I forgot-Rose and Bonnie have been kidnapped by some guy who hates angels and he told me to meet him at Roger's Place but I don't know where Roger's Place is and I'm so scared that he's going to hurt them! Jesse, do you know where Roger's Place is, cause I really need to get there soon, you know, before he decides to kill them or something-"
Jesse grabbed me firmly by the shoulders, looking down at me with what at first I thought was anger, but only turned out to be amusement as he said, "Susannah, could you say all that again, just a little slower, please?"
So, blushing a little, I repeated my story to him, making sure I went slow. I noticed a small smile tugging at his lips as I talked. I think he was trying not to laugh at me, you know, for talking so fast. That smile gave me sort of a warm, fuzzy feeling. That familiar feeling used to get in the old mediating days. Whenever he would smile just like that.
He was still smiling, to my amazement, after I had recounted my tragic situation.
"Well, we'll just have to rescue them," he said, quirking up his eyebrow at me, the one with the scar. I felt my belly do a little dance, but ignored the butterfly feeling.
"How do you suggest we find this "Roger's Place", then, cowboy?" I said, just a little annoyed.
He gave a little laugh. "Why Susannah, it's only the most exclusive dance club in the city."
Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. I jogged after him. Even though he was only walking, he was going really fast. I could only guess that he was taking me to Roger's Place. And what kind of dance club has the name Roger's Place, anyway? It's a pretty lame name it you ask me…
A/N: ...well, nobody said I have to end part 1 with a cliffhanger!!! Go to part 2!!!!!